When asked whether he has gotten any offers to venture into Hollywood during his 20-year career, Jung Woo Sung replied, “Going abroad should not be an actor’s ultimate goal.”

He added, “Of course, filming foreign projects is up to the individual, and they will have a reason for doing so.” Then he frankly stated, “Hollywood is a white-dominated industry, so unfortunately the main character has to be white. But I want to be a main character.”

He further explained, “I’m not sure why Asian actors must make it their goal to enter Hollywood, if it means that they will end up playing villains and supporting characters.”

south korean actor, jung woo sung, speaking frankly about casting and job opportunities in hollywood. (x)

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Seventh grade was a rough time for us all right? Twelve was the year things started to plummet for me. My dad was diagnosed with alzheimer’s, both my brothers moved out, my mother was becoming more emotionally distant towards me in particular, and I was starting to notice boys who weren’t noticing me. I put my self esteem in the hands of boys who didn’t love me and girls who I thought were my friends. On top of all of this, I was bullied by various people for various reasons. Because I was fat or too dark or because my teeth were stained and crooked. It felt like I was wearing a kick me sign I couldn’t remove. This kept happening until I graduated from high school. I tell you guys this because I read a post about girl who said she got up early to get extra dolled and was still bullied. I wrote this because her eyes had the same shade of sadness as mines did. Because the desperation in her words, echoed those of mine. “It” doesn’t get better, but you get better. Life doesn’t become all rainbows and butterflies once you leave a toxic environment. You are still the sum total of all that happened to you. There will still be days where scars you thought healed, will start to bleed profusely. Days where their hurtful words will replay in your mind like a record stuck on repeat. But you get better.
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Seventh grade was a rough time for us all right? Twelve was the year things started to plummet for me. My dad was diagnosed with alzheimer’s, both my brothers moved out, my mother was becoming more emotionally distant towards me in particular, and I was starting to notice boys who weren’t noticing me. I put my self esteem in the hands of boys who didn’t love me and girls who I thought were my friends. On top of all of this, I was bullied by various people for various reasons. Because I was fat or too dark or because my teeth were stained and crooked. It felt like I was wearing a kick me sign I couldn’t remove. This kept happening until I graduated from high school. I tell you guys this because I read a post about girl who said she got up early to get extra dolled and was still bullied. I wrote this because her eyes had the same shade of sadness as mines did. Because the desperation in her words, echoed those of mine. “It” doesn’t get better, but you get better. Life doesn’t become all rainbows and butterflies once you leave a toxic environment. You are still the sum total of all that happened to you. There will still be days where scars you thought healed, will start to bleed profusely. Days where their hurtful words will replay in your mind like a record stuck on repeat. But you get better.
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bellecosby:

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Seventh grade was a rough time for us all right? Twelve was the year things started to plummet for me. My dad was diagnosed with alzheimer’s, both my brothers moved out, my mother was becoming more emotionally distant towards me in particular, and I was starting to notice boys who weren’t noticing me. I put my self esteem in the hands of boys who didn’t love me and girls who I thought were my friends. On top of all of this, I was bullied by various people for various reasons. Because I was fat or too dark or because my teeth were stained and crooked. It felt like I was wearing a kick me sign I couldn’t remove. This kept happening until I graduated from high school. I tell you guys this because I read a post about girl who said she got up early to get extra dolled and was still bullied. I wrote this because her eyes had the same shade of sadness as mines did. Because the desperation in her words, echoed those of mine. “It” doesn’t get better, but you get better. Life doesn’t become all rainbows and butterflies once you leave a toxic environment. You are still the sum total of all that happened to you. There will still be days where scars you thought healed, will start to bleed profusely. Days where their hurtful words will replay in your mind like a record stuck on repeat. But you get better.